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Jiang Xin sighed as he shook his head, "My son is just like an elm. I've never seen him bring any girl home. I don't know how long I'll have to wait for this marriage to happen. "

The three of them talked about Fan Xing and the others when they were young.

At that time, Fan Xing's family, the Wen family and the Jiang family lived next to each other.

Because the three families each had a child whose age didn't differ by much, they would visit each other on a daily basis. The adults would gather for dinner while chatting, so as to find playmates for the children.

Of course, in the group of three, Fan Xing was the youngest, appearing to be about five or six years old.

Logically speaking, it should be because the closer the child, the more he or she could get to play, but Fan Xing liked to pester Wen Yiyan since childhood. Everyday, he would follow behind him blusteringly as he charmingly and crisply shouted: "One Brother Yan, one Brother Yan …"

Therefore, Fan Xing did not have much of an impression of the children of the Jiang Family that they talked about.

Firstly, she was still young at the time and her memories were vague. Secondly, her entire heart was preoccupied with finding a Brother Yan to play with, so she naturally did not pay much attention to the people around her.

Hearing this, Fan Xing felt a little anxious, so he stood up and went to the washroom.

Mrs. Wen pushed the fruit plate towards Jiang Xin, "Old Jiang, I remember that your son is called Xiao Ke, right? When Fan Xing was young, he was always naughty and called him Little Tadpole."

Jiang Xin laughed and nodded, "Yes, he will call his mother Xia Ke. When he was young, Fan Xing, that girl, loved to call him Little Tadpole. Now, you have changed your surname to mine. Your name is Jiang Ke, you are a therapist. "

Wen Yiyan's expression suddenly changed.

For a moment, fear flashed through him, and the tips of his clenched hands turned white.

Jiang Ke?

That was not Fan Xing's …

How could it be him?

The man's face turned slightly pale, and he clenched his hands even tighter.

Time flew by quickly as the sun set in the west and the big guys began to prepare dinner.

Jiang Xin was very knowledgeable in food and cooking. His cooking skills were quite good, so he recommended himself to the kitchen.

Wen Yiyan also went in to help.

Papa Wen cleaned the tea set and put it away carefully.

Mrs. Wen pulled Fan Xing to the room to have a conversation in private.

The two of them sat by the side of the bed. Mrs. Wen held her hand and asked gently, "Little Xing, how is it going with you and Yi Yan?"

She smiled and shook her head, "I'm fine, Mom. I've already made up with her."

The Mrs. Wen heaved a sigh of relief and said softly, "That's good, that's good. There will always be contradictions between husband and wife. Mutual assistance, tolerance, understanding, everything will be fine."

Hearing her words, Fan Xing felt guilty.

The matter between her and Wen Yiyan had indeed made her worry.

She nodded seriously. "I know, Mom, thank you."

The Mrs. Wen was truly very good to her.

No matter what happened, she would always be patient and comforting. She would carefully guide anyone who could not figure it out for herself.

She did not have a mother by her side since she was young. By doing this, Mrs. Wen more or less made up for her lack of feelings, making her feel touched and incomparably cherished at the same time.

However, there were times when Fan Xing couldn't understand why. Mrs. Wen had taught her many paths of marriage, which were practically all very relevant and applicable.

Mrs. Wen was well aware of the way couples get along, but why was he acting so indifferent when getting along with Father Wen?

It is said that respect between husband and wife is a very good way to get along.

But Mrs. Wen and Father Wen were already in a state of mutual respect.

Fan Xing still could not figure out what made a couple become so cold and detached.

She had once knocked on her husband's side, but that person had always been indifferent and only told her to ignore him.

However, as a junior, it was not good to ask such questions. He could only obediently ignore them.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Fan Xing smiled as he took out a jewelry box from the handbag he had specially brought in just now. He passed it to Mrs. Wen and said, "Mom, happy birthday, this is a gift that I picked out together with Yiyan. I hope you like it."

Mrs. Wen had an amiable expression on her face, directly saying that she was a good child.

She opened the jewelry box and found the silver necklace with the pale green teardrop pendant lying quietly inside.

The necklace and pendant swirled under the lights with a few rays of pale light. It was very dazzling.

She happily said to Fan Xing: "This necklace is very beautiful, I really like it. Thank you, Little Xing."

Seeing that she liked it, Fan Xing was inwardly very happy. He smiled and said: "It's good as long as Mom likes it."

The two of them talked about a lot of things in the room.

But most of them were being spoken by the Mrs. Wen s, so Fan Xing might be able to occasionally respond.

Only when Wen Yiyan came in and called the two of them out for dinner did they stop talking.

The dishes for the dinner were very rich. Jiang Xin was worthy of being the chef that researched delicious food.

The dishes that were prepared were both alluring and delicious, causing one's appetite to rise.

Before dinner began, Wen Yiyan went to take out the cake from the refrigerator. He took the crown prince's birthday and helped the Mrs. Wen put it on, then placed a candle on the cake and lit it.

A group of people were gathered together to sing a Happy Birthday song. Mrs. Wen closed his eyes and made a wish, finally blowing out the candles together.

After dividing the cake, he entered the dining table.

At the dining table, Mrs. Wen and Father Wen should have been sitting together, but now Mrs. Wen sat next to Fan Xing.

On the other side of Fan Xing was Wen Yiyan, and the other was Father Wen.

Although this method of sitting was very strange, everyone had a tacit understanding of each other, so they still raised their cups and drank in high spirits.

The wine was personally brewed by Jiang Xin from his own home and had been in place for three years.

It was mellow and mellow, with a sweetness in the middle, even Fan Xing who didn't like to drink usually couldn't help but covet it in two cups.

Papa Wen didn't touch any alcohol, so the whole set was made of tea instead of wine.

During the meal, the few of them chatted about their past. When they mentioned the interesting things about the three children, everyone burst out laughing.

Although Fan Xing could not remember it clearly, but from what others said, the mischievous look he had when he was young was similarly filled with interest.

Only Wen Yiyan remained indifferent.

Everyone knew that was his character, so they didn't think too much about it.

The meal went by in such a harmonious atmosphere.

After dinner, Fan Xing took the empty bowl in to wash.

Wen Yiyan wrapped the rest of the dishes in protective film and stored them in the refrigerator before cleaning up the trash on the table.

Mrs. Wen went to the refrigerator and took out a cantaloupe, cutting it into small pieces and placing them on a plate. Then he inserted a toothpick into the plate so that others could poke it out.

After the cleaning up was done, the couple also came out. They sat there and ate some cantaloupes, then ate and prepared to go back.

Jiang Xin didn't drive over.

Wen Yiyan said that he would send him back, but he said that there was no need, his son would come to fetch him later.

When he heard Jiang Xin say that his son was coming, the man's pupils constricted and his hand unconsciously tightened.

He pulled Fan Xing, who did not know anything, "I still have some information that I need to organize, so I'll be going back first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to bring Fan Xing out the door.

The Mrs. Wen called out to him, "Wait a moment, I have something to give Fan Xing."